Enter Countess, Lafeu, and Clown. Laf. No, no, no, your son was misled with a snipt-taffeta fellow there, whose villanous saffron would have made all the unbaked and doughy youth of a nation in his colour: your daughter-in-law had been alive at this hour, 5 and your son here at home, more advanced by the king than by that red-tailed humble-bee I speak of. Count. I would I had not known him; it was the death of the most virtuous gentlewoman that ever nature had praise for creating. If she had partaken of my flesh, and 10 cost me the dearest groans of a mother, I could not have owed her a more rooted love. Laf. 'Twas a good lady, 'twas a good lady: we may pick a thousand salads ere we light on such another herb. Clo. Indeed, sir, she was the sweet-marjoram of the 15 salad, or rather, the herb of grace. Laf. They are not herbs, you knave; they are nose-herbs. Clo. I am no great Nebuchadnezzar, sir; I have not much skill in grass. 20 Laf. Whether dost thou profess thyself, a knave or a fool? Clo. A fool, sir, at a woman's service, and a knave at a man's. Laf. Your distinction? Clo. I would cozen the man of his wife and do his service. 25 Laf. So you were a knave at his service, indeed. Clo. And I would give his wife my bauble, sir, to do her service. Laf. I will subscribe for thee, thou art both knave and fool. 30 Clo. At your service. Laf. No, no, no. Clo. Why, sir, if I cannot serve you, I can serve as great a prince as you are. Laf. Who's that? a Frenchman? 35 Clo. Faith, sir, a' has an English name; but his fisnomy is more hotter in France than there. Laf. What prince is that? Clo. The black prince, sir; alias, the prince of darkness; alias, the devil. 40 Laf. Hold thee, there's my purse: I give thee not this to suggest thee from thy master thou talkest of; serve him still. Clo. I am a woodland fellow, sir, that always loved a great fire; and the master I speak of ever keeps a good fire. But, sure, he is the prince of the world; let his nobility remain 45 in's court. I am for the house with the narrow gate, which I take to be too little for pomp to enter: some that humble themselves may; but the many will be too chill and tender, and they'll be for the flowery way that leads to the broad gate and the great fire. 50 Laf. Go thy ways, I begin to be aweary of thee; and I tell thee so before, because I would not fall out with thee. Go thy ways: let my horses be well looked to, without any tricks. Clo. If I put any tricks upon 'em, sir, they shall be jades' 55 tricks; which are their own right by the law of nature. [Exit. Laf. A shrewd knave and an unhappy. Count. So he is. My lord that's gone made himself much sport out of him: by his authority he remains here, which he thinks is a patent for his sauciness; and, indeed, 60 he has no pace, but runs where he will. Laf. I like him well; 'tis not amiss. And I was about to tell you, since I heard of the good lady's death and that my lord your son was upon his return home, I moved the king my master to speak in the behalf of my daughter; 65 which, in the minority of them both, his majesty, out of a self-gracious remembrance, did first propose: his highness hath promised me to do it: and, to stop up the displeasure he hath conceived against your son, there is no fitter matter. How does your ladyship like it? 70 Count. With very much content, my lord; and I wish it happily effected. Laf. His highness comes post from Marseilles, of as able body as when he numbered thirty: he will be here to-morrow, or I am deceived by him that in such intelligence 75 hath seldom failed. Count. It rejoices me, that I hope I shall see him ere I die. I have letters that my son will be here to-night: I shall beseech your lordship to remain with me till they meet together. 80 Laf. Madam, I was thinking with what manners I might safely be admitted. Count. You need but plead your honourable privilege. Laf. Lady, of that I have made a bold charter; but I thank my God it holds yet. Re-enter Clown. 85 Clo. O madam, yonder's my lord your son with a patch of velvet on's face: whether there be a scar under't or no, the velvet knows; but 'tis a goodly patch of velvet: his left cheek is a cheek of two pile and a half, but his right cheek is worn bare. 90 Laf. A scar nobly got, or a noble scar, is a good livery of honour; so belike is that. Clo. But it is your carbonadoed face. Laf. Let us go see your son, I pray you: I long to talk with the young noble soldier. 95 Clo. Faith, there's a dozen of 'em, with delicate fine hats and most courteous feathers, which bow the head and nod at every man. [Exeunt.

LINENOTES:

Scene v.] Scene viii. Pope.

Countess,] Old Lady, Ff.

[5] advanced] advantaged Warburton.

[6] than by that] but for that Hanmer.

[7] I had] he had Hanmer (Theobald conj.).

[13] salads] sallets Ff.

[15] salad] sallet Ff.

[16] herbs] Ff. sallet-herbs Rowe. pot-herbs Collier MS.

[19] grass] Rowe. grace Ff.

[24] his wife] this wife F2.

[26] bauble] folly Hanmer.

[34] Who's] F4. Whose F1 F2 F3.

[35] a'] a Ff. he Rowe (ed. 2).

name] Rowe. maine F1 F2. main F3. mean F4. mien Anon. conj.

[36] hotter] honour'd Hanmer (Warburton).

there] F1 F2. here F3 F4.

[41] suggest] seduce Rowe (ed. 2).

[42] I am] I'm Theobald.

[43, 44] fire But, sure, he ... world;] fire, but sure he ... world, Ff. fire; but since he ... world, Hanmer. fire. But, for he ... world, Capell.

[44] his] the Collier MS.

[54] sir] om. Rowe.

[57] he] Rowe. a Ff.

[60] pace] place Hanmer.

runs] he runs F3 F4.

[72] Marseilles] Pope. Marcellus F1. Marsellis F2. Marselles F3 F4.

[73] he] Rowe (ed. 2). a Ff. and Rowe (ed. 1).

[76] It] Ir F1. I F2.

that I hope I] that hope that I Warburton.

[90] Laf.] F1. La. F2 F3 F4. Count Rowe.

[90, 91] A scar ... that] Printed as three lines in Ff, ending got ... honour ... that.

[92] carbonadoed] Theobald. carbinado'd Ff.

[93] Laf.] F1 F3 F4. La. F2 (and frequently in this scene).

[93, 94] Let us ... soldier] Printed as three lines in Ff, ending see ... talk ... soldier.